Need Intimacy Novels & Stories

“Red, you are my other half. The light to my darkness. You are the only female I have ever wanted. The only female I have ever loved. And we are not supposed to have sex if any of us don’t want to. Do I love sex? Yes. Can I live without it? Probably. But one thing is for sure, I would never force you to be intimate with me. I can take care of my own needs.” Suddenly Ruth and Jordan come to my mind. “What do you mean by that?” “That I can use my hands if I need release. But if you allow me, when you are ready, I can show you how beautiful intimacy can be.” I don’t know why everyone is so hyped over sex. Kisses feel good, sure, but everything else doesn’t. But as long as Caleb keeps his promis

I closed my eyes and brushed my lips against hers. Love is all about becoming silly. In order to have it, you need to come out of your comfort zone and embrace it with all your heart. There would be many love stories displaying different types of love. Some remain incomplete. Some are painful. Some are filled with happiness, while others are built by destiny. But in the end, it is all about finding the intense love in each other and holding onto it.

File it away. Exactly where Celeste wanted it. Her phone buzzed. A message from an unfamiliar number. Unknown: You still close to her? Celeste’s expression didn’t change. She didn’t respond right away. Instead, she leaned back in her chair and considered the question. Close was subjective. Emotional closeness. Physical proximity. Access. Trust. Celeste had all four. She typed slowly. Celeste: Always. The reply came almost instantly. Unknown: Good. Just making sure we’re aligned.

he added with a tilt of his head, “we don’t care if you spend the day playing solitaire or watching N*****x.” She nodded, wondering if she could take a leave from the florist, at least for now. If she didn’t get pregnant, she could always go back. But if she did… she wouldn't need that job or any other. He paused, then added smoothly, “But from four to five each day, we’ll require your time to be set aside for intimacy. Getting to know each other properly. No distractions. No phones. No exceptions.” A flush crept over her skin, uninvited and electric.

I'll starve to death if you don't cook for me. The difficult and complicated aspects of intimacy also have many decisive aspects: it strengthens security and gives us the feeling that no matter what roof is over our heads, home is always with those who accompany us in life.

“Then what is it?” He sighed. He put his hand right out of his hair. “For me, intimacy extends out beyond just the bedroom. Sex is not the only component.” It is all about something so much deeper. Seeing each other's souls, faith, and understanding each other for real are what it's about. Sarah, I just do not want for me to sleep with you. I desire to exist as what can make you happy. “I want for to make you laugh. I want for to cheer you up when you are sad.” I swallowed, and my heart swelled within his words.

"I can be…intense." A slow smile spread across my lips. The fear was still there, a knot of anxiety in my stomach, but it was overshadowed by a wave of almost reckless desire. "That's what I'm hoping for," I whispered, my gaze dropping to his lips. "Make me feel alive, Fuck me hard." He took a deep breath, his chest expanding under my hand. "Okay," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "But we go slow. At your pace. No pressure, understand?"

Like I know more about butchering a chicken then being with someone. “The intimate part?” I nodded and watched his expression. “It’s never supposed to hurt. Accidents can happen if you’re not paying attention but, ideally, the whole act should be nothing but pleasure for both of us.” He smirked at that. “It should make you feel so much all at once and at the same time, it allows you to connect and bond with your lover. It deepens the bond so much further than just spending time together. Like for instance, I want to teach you to dance and I want you to teach me how to sew, right?” I nodded as I followed along. “Once we are intimate, it’s going to, hopefully, bring us so much closer than just

She purrs. I groan, my length stirring to life. Since our plans haven’t worked over the last two weeks, there hasn’t been much intimacy between us, not even over the phone. “Mmm, whatever you want.” I see her smirk out of the corner of my eye. Aubrey squeezes my thighs before she draws her hand away. “I have missed being that close with you, too.” “You and me both.” I groan. There have been a lot of cold showers and the use of my hands. It hasn’t been the same. Thankfully, I have been busy, and it hasn’t been taking over me as much as it would have if I weren’t doing anything.

“Everything huh? It's going to be hard explaining things to you and pretending you're not just sitting on my thighs with this… figure of yours, but it's nothing I can't handle, trust me. Its all happening so fast. One minute I'm at the door, the next, I'm sitting on his thighs with this left hand round possessively round my waist. I inhale his clean wholesome scent. He smells of freshly laundered linen and some expensive body wash. It's intoxicating. I inhale deeply while i pretend my the beats of my heart is not loud enough for both of us to hear. "Public appearances," he says. "When necessary. Shared living space. We maintain the illusion. Discretion. Very important. What happens between u